Page 15 of The Bosun

“Sure, when you stop being a pain in my ass. Let’s get to work. I want to make sure we have time for some lunch.”

“Dean, Dean, Remy,” I called into my walkie to our chef.

“Dean, here,” he answered.

“Can you please whip up the crew something to eat before we have to leave?”

“When do you need it?”

“In about an hour. If you can’t…”

“No, I can make you guys something. It won’t be anything grand.” He loved to make every meal the best it could be, and I knew he hated he didn’t have more time. That’s why we rarely asked him to make us any meals because we never knew when we’d have time to eat and couldn’t give him the time he needed to make something spectacular.

“That’s fine with us. Thank you, Dean.”

“Anytime,” he replied.

“Cool, let’s get to work. Can you believe we’re only halfway through the charter season?”

“Don’t remind me,” I groaned.

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An hour and a half later,we’d put all the water toys away, along with the heavier than shit slide, and ate our lunch of chicken sandwiches and homemade fries Dean had made for us.

“Is everyone ready?” They all looked at me from across the table. “I have a feeling some of the women are going to be difficult, so be prepared, especially since none of the girls will be joining us to help out.”

They groaned but didn’t say anything.

“Just remember to keep your smiles on your faces at all times,” I ordered. “Do what you have to do, and I’ll see you on the aft deck in ten minutes.”

Owen smoked, and I knew he’d need a cigarette before he was stuck without his vice for the next couple of hours, if not more.

I found the ladies looking down at me over the side of the boat and giggling as I stepped outside. The small boat we’d take to the snorkeling area was ready for everyone to board once my crew arrived from their break.

Scout showed up first like I knew he would. Owen would wait until the last minute, smoking as much as possible during his break. It was annoying, but there was nothing I could do about it when there were others who smoked on the boat as well.

The ladies ooh’d and ahh’d when Scout bent over to check the gear once more. Two of us would be in the water with them while one stayed aboard to keep a lookout for any signs of distress, boats, weather, or hell, even sharks.

Scout’s lips quirked at their enjoyment as he stood up and gave them a wave. “Should we let them on while we wait for Owen?”

It would be better than all of us standing around.

“Let’s do it. It feels strange having them looking down at us while we wait. They’re probably wondering what the hell we’re waiting on.”

“I don’t think they’d mind so much if we gave them a little show,” he said but changed his tune once he saw my narrowed gaze on him. “But we’re not the entertainment.”

Only we were. At least to this group of guests. It wasn’t often we only had a group of women on board without any men accompanying them, but when we did, the crewmen were most definitely part of their entertainment. We just never knew how much until they arrived.

“Ladies, if you’d like to come down, we’ll help you on, and then we’ll be off to take you snorkeling.” Even though I was talking to the group as a whole, I kept my eyes on Stella. I couldn’t stop even if I tried, which I hadn’t bothered doing. It would be different if my gaze on her made her uncomfortable, but going by the way her cheeks pinked up every time I looked at her longer than a few seconds, I would say Stella liked the attention.

Zelda was the first down. Her eyes trailing our bodies with hunger. I was surprised she kept her hands to herself. She seemed the type to take what she wanted no matter what. Stella trailed behind her friends with her head down and her hands clasped together as if she didn’t want to come.

Taking her hand after Owen helped her step down, I looked down; the sun highlighted the light sprinkle of freckles along her nose and cheeks, making her look more girl next door at that moment instead of a knockout. Maybe it was because she was hiding her body underneath a knee-length skirt and lifejacket, obscuring her plentiful tits.

“Are you okay? You seem nervous,” I said into the top of her dark hair.

“I...I’ll be fine,” she stammered, not giving me great confidence.

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